Discourse

Here, I am covered in a shroud of shadows
While my eyes bleed, wounded of the truth
And I listen intensively to my panting breath.
Why do I, why do I, why do I, why do I still?
Why do I hurt myself to understand myself?
This pain that I feel so excruciatingly burns
In the night so black, so drear, so melancholy
Immolates my being, my lone understanding.
And yet, I question myself through the wiser
And yet, I painfully scream still for an answer!
Please dear reader, as you course through these words
Gather the strength and open mindedness
To save me from my self-directed path of demise.






Note:

"I am alone, I am alone, I am alone in this world.
I am alone to seek understanding of myself!
I am alone to wonder why, WHY DO I?!
Why do I take happiness away? Is it I?
This lie I am living in is going to burn me in its flames!
These poems of mine, these words of mine,
They are the embers of my funeral pyre
As I slowly roast, burning myself in frustration.

I'm going mad and I wish I wasn't."